Tag: Evan Marcroft

Evan Marcroft’s story “The Little G-d of Łódź” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 2 November 2018. This story came out of two weird bellies. It was born initially out of a long-standing fascination with the difference between a good ending and a happy ending. A happy ending, in my definition, is one where conflicts are resolved in a way that is satisfying to the reader. The prince slays the dragon, the robot wins his …

The color of my home is red like an apple. That is what God told the father of all my fathers, who told all their daughters, who told me. I do not know what an apple is, only that it is sweet and red like my home. My name is Anan. I have lived as long as nine suns, and I have always served God. When I was a baby, my father was chosen to …

A: If I could have any one super power, I would want the ability to experience alternate realities at will. While I do love being a writer, I often find myself wondering at all the opportunities I passed up to pursue that life. The world is full of more people than I will ever be able to meet. There are too many things for me to possibly do in just a hundred or so years. I wouldn’t necessarily want the power to fulfill any dream I might have, but rather the ability to pursue any dream I cared to, with all the ups and downs that chase would entail. The best part of any journey is going there, after all. Plus, I might uncover an alternate reality where I have other superpowers too, so really there’s no downside to this.

Evan Marcroft is a half-blind yeti-person with a sideways foot and an allergy to the sun. When he was a child he dreamed of writing important works of Earth-shaking beauty and settled for writing fantasy and science fiction instead. He currently lives in Sacramento California with a cat and a loving wife who foolishly believes he’ll someday make real money doing this. You can find his other works at Pseudopod, Strange Horizons, and Mirror Dance, as well as here at Metaphorosis. You can reach him on Twitter at @Evan_Marcroft and contact him for any reason at Evanmarcroft@hotmail.com.

On September 6, 1939, a Rabbi and Kabbalist named Yitzchok Falk sets fire to the Great Synagogue of Łódź. “The Germans will burn it anyway,” he tells his apprentice they drag a body out of the trunk of his car. “Let it burn without victims, and for a good reason.” The boy, Max, who holds the feet, only nods. They carry the body in and lay it out in the prayer hall. It is a …